Who a King Must Do Ch. 35

Having just cum, the perfect Master had stamina to spare and he had no interest in making this a sweaty, ecstatic debacle from the start. It was true that he couldn't wait to shoot his load into her and impregnate her, especially after the time it had taken to get to this point. More than that, he wanted to treat his slaves to the time of their lives whenever he was with them.

He changed the angles, both of his own thrusts and of the way she received him, pulling and pushing her hips. Slight changes, some to greater, some to lesser effect. He took note of every little moan, sigh and blush the changes caused, prodded for all the little secrets her body had. Her pussy gripped him in wild spasms in irregular intervals.

Vereesa was only distantly aware of what was happening. Nobody had ever paid attention to her like this, not even her deceased husband. It sent her from one mild orgasm to the other. She felt short-breathed and hazy, as if she had run for a very long distance and her body was drowning in happiness. Additionally, to Anduin's skilled penetration of her dripping cunt, her bosom and neck was being kissed by an Old Goddess and a fleshmade Naaru. Everything was wonderfully cosy, secure and erotic. She felt like she was being fucked in the very concept of sunlight. Anduin's thrust grew longer but remained experimental, being sometimes hard and sometimes slow.

Her toes curled and her legs quivered. Desperately, wantonly gasping for air, she moaned her master's name, "Anduin," over and over again. He slowly increased his tempo, his force, the scope of his movements. The more of her weak spots he discovered, the more of the effective angles he had memorized, the more confident he was at using his full might. It was his attention to detail, his technique and his size, all three, being superior to any other man that made him the perfect master.

Vereesa's unsteadily wandering hands were taken by Xal'atath and K'ara, who held them gently. "You will be a good slave for our Master," the Old Goddess said. "A cum bucket to be used, mindless whenever he desires, craving his cock and his seed."

"Another faithful slut," Liadrin added, kneeling above the hunter's head and masturbating openly. "Knowing that being obedient to your Master is the greatest pleasure a woman can know."

"A magnificent wife among us, to be used again and again," K'ara whispered.

"You will be all they say," Anduin groaned, the intensity of his fucking reaching its zenith. "And right now..." The slapping of his hips against her body was the loudest sound in the room. The three other slaves may have been masturbating, but their moans were held respectfully down. Only Vereesa had the right to be loud and her wide-open mouth and produced choked moans and his name from time to time, the majority of her screams silent. "...you will be..." Anduin's thrust suddenly became slower. Drawn out pulls, sudden slams into her. More force than ever before, shaking Vereesa down to her core. She knew it was cumming, that he was cumming, that her fate would be sealed in mere moments. Her legs rose and instinctively locked behind his hips, pulling him in for his final thrust. "...bred!"

With intense force, the scorching hot cum pumped into her. The first spurt alone was more than the entire load of any lesser man she had ever been with. Thick and virile, she felt it flood her womb. There was no more fertile, no more willing bed for the seed to take its hold.

As her womb filled with yet more seed, its other effects took hold of her. The impossible magic the High King wielded with such ease, it seeped into her through his seed. Pulses of Light and Dark climbed up her spine. They rushed through every nerve in her body, slowly rising to her head. Once it had reached there, everything became a torrent of white and breathless screams. She had submitted to him in every way, loved nothing more than him, his words and his actions, and now that very truth was carved into her body and soul.

Her legs tensed, pressed the magnificent master against her groin, making him release every last drop as deep as possible. Her entire torso was writhing in ceaseless ecstasy. Were it not for the grip of Anduin and his wives, Vereesa would have thrashed around. She wouldn't even have noticed it. Too intense was the pleasure to feel anything aside from it and its causes.

Vereesa could feel it. The exact moment she got pregnant. A little bit of his semen would have surely been enough. With the vast quantity of just that first load, it was only a question of seconds. Burning her insides with his perfection, she could feel it press against a tiny part of herself. Mingle with it. Become one with it and form something new. That moment, that last, willing submission to him, becoming his breeding slave, was the most blissful moment of her life.

Her eyes rolled back in her skull, her mouth was wide agape, sweat and Sunwell water made her skin glisten and her pussy squirted one wave of love juices after the other. Deep purple light took hold of her eyes as the tendril mark around her pussy seared its way into her very being. She was his now, in body and mind, a sex slave and wife submitted to him in joy and until death did them apart.

A ripple went through the surface of the water. Having risen like a bubble that sat on a smooth surface, the Sunwell's blazing glory suddenly burst. An excess of gold streamed into the surrounding hall, spreading like a blossoming flower. More and more water appeared from nowhere, soon reached the feet of the stunned ruler of the blood elves, watching the scene with confusion, lust and envy for the High King.

'Perhaps he got a point...' Lor'themar caught himself thinking. 'Perhaps we... could learn something from... the humans...' those thoughts weren't easy to digest for the ancient elf and he resigned himself to continue watching whatever that ridiculous and historical thing was that unfolded before him. "You!" he turned to a female attendant that happened to be around, starring with depraved, flustered eyes. "Strip!" if he was going watch, he wasn't going to do so with his cock unattended. The attendant didn't drop her pants, she simple tore the wet fabric open and presented her cunt.

Back in the Sunwell, Anduin's shaft quivered one last time. He remained inside Vereesa for as long as it took her gripping pussy to milk the last drops stuck in his shaft, then pulled out of her. Huge globs of semen oozed out of her and the hunter found herself gasping wantonly. "Master... I feel so empty without you in me," she whined, addicted to his cock completely, now that it had penetrated every last of her holes once.

To the High King's surprise, the purple didn't drain from Vereesa's eyes, even now that he had pulled out of her. He looked to Xal'atath for an explanation. "This one's family, it seems, is predisposed to indulging in darker powers," the Old Goddess guessed. Given Sylvanas unique aptitude for being a banshee (there had to be some reason none other had ever reached her levels of power) and Valeria's void powers, that seemed to be a reasonable explanation. "And it seems the Sunwell is craving your Shadow, my Master. It must have amplified the power in your seed beyond the usual mark."

"I see," Anduin nodded and looked down at his four, eagerly waiting sluts. A naaru, a paladin, an Old Goddess and a newly born void hunter. Combined with his own equilibrium between the powers of Light and Shadow, they were a perfect party of five for the task ahead. "Then let us bring the Sunwell into balance."

Having said that, Anduin needed to consider the next steps. As it was, the Sunwell was a power of pure Light, saturated completely thanks to the sacrifice of the naaru M'uru in the past. Anduin would have to drain off the present power while replacing it. To do so, he would need to indulge in his darker desires.

"Liadrin, Vereesa, switch places," he finally said, his tone hard and dominant. Hurriedly, they obeyed. Although almost unable to feel her legs, Vereesa managed to stand long enough to knee down where Liadrin had been, while the paladin laid down in front of Anduin. The High King bowed forwards and lightly pressed one hand against the redhead's throat. "Beg."

"Master Anduin, I need your royal cock inside me," Liadrin immediately burst out, having only waited for an excuse to request to be fucked. "Let me... show you that..." although enthusiastic, her words came out less and less the grip on her neck intensified. "...I'm your... perfect... s...sla...ve..." air in her lungs was only a second priority, behind fulfilling his order. Her entire body shivered. "U...s...e...me, ma-" the last word was cut off when he suddenly lifted his hand and her body inhaled instinctively.

"Do you enjoy getting choked and begging for my cock, breeding whore?" Anduin asked.

"Yes, master," Liadrin gasped, her pussy overflowing. She was sure she had just had a small orgasm. "I've dreamt of it while I waited for you to arrive. Your strong hands dominating my every breath, it shows me my place. I love it."

"You now enjoy it twice as much," her master told her and pressed down on her throat again. Just because HE said it, it was true. It was absolutely ridiculous and it was wonderful. "Beg."

"All my holes are yours. Please, pick one and fuck me," once again, Liadrin obliged immediate. "I want to taste your cum... feel it... in my pussy... you can..." Words were harder to push out, lust and intensifying pressure spread fog over her thoughts. "...even... fu...ck...my...assssss..." The hand was lifted and she took a deep breath. The relief made her pussy gush.

"You enjoy it another two times more," Anduin stated, bring the total multiplication up to four. He looked to everyone else, following the happening in an envious trance. All of them were imagining themselves in her position. "You will feel my hand on your throat as if it was on hers," he made their imagination more manifest. "And you will also feel it more intensely." The marks around their pussies glowed for a moment, as the dark magic they shared connected their experiences on a level beyond intimate. For the third time, Anduin grabbed Liadrin's throat and said the one word. "Beg."

"Am... master's fucktoy," the Slave Knight panted, already unable to formulate proper sentences, even though she still had the room to breathe. The other three sluts moaned in a choked fashion. Xal'atath, always one to love this treatment, came immediately. "Please... take me... use... body to... get... y...ou... off...me...is...yours..."

Anduin let go and desperately she breathed, while her spine arched out the endlessly streaming pool. "Two times more," the High King said, his cock quivering. Unused, it stood mighty, covered in the slick juices of the earlier engagement. Having just impregnated a new slave already made him extremely horny but indulging in his sadism like this made the erection almost painfully hard. He would take care of it soon enough. He grabbed her throat one more time and said it, "Beg."

"Cock!" Liadrin screamed, before she was pinned to the floor. The pleasure was too intense now, no eloquency remained. "Cock! Need... your... cock... cock... cock... please... cock... mastaaaah... yours... only yours... cock... cock...!"

"Cum," he said and all four girls suddenly tensed, their mouths wide opened but unable to scream under his grasp, projected or not. "Harder." He demanded and they started writhing. "Harder." Spasming now, only Liadrin managed to stay in place, thanks to his grip. "Harder!" They started squirting as pure pleasure pulsed through them, all coming from the asphyxiation and the magical mark on their cunts. "HARDER!"

Their ecstasy was sense consuming. None of them noticed the tentacles spawning in the Sunwell, until they started winding around them. Arms and legs were restrained, thick tentacles took hold of slim, flat waists and thin tendrils tended to nipples and other sensitive areas. Jet black, smooth and exuding lubrication, they were perfect for all tasks depraved. Even better, they possessed no mind of their own, were merely extensions of Anduin himself. The High King never had to share with anyone, his toolbox to satisfy his entire harem of slutty sex slaves was vast.

Following an impulse, Anduin snapped his fingers. He didn't know he could lift commands that way, but the girls forced orgasms came to a sudden end, just as the amplification of their enjoyment and sharing of sensations was dispersed. This was definitely more pleasing and easier than having to say that out loud.

Rattled breaths were taken, a desperate gasping for air. In that time of recovery, Xal'atath and K'ara were lifted slightly, only to the height of their master's abs, while Vereesa was forced into bending forwards, presenting the sight of her tits to Anduin and her pussy to Liadrin. Of course, none of them struggled, only moaned in anticipation. Loudest of all Liadrin who felt Anduin's dick press against her. "Cock," she gasped, her mind had not recovered from the choking yet, "Mashtah's thick, delishious cock."

Her tongue darted out when a mixture of pussy juices and cum dripped on her face from Vereesa's pussy. Tasting it sent a wonderful shiver down her spine. The source was hovering directly above her, the gaping, raw-fucked pussy of the recently bred elf. The pretty pink was swollen, glistening, tight lips parted widely, stretched out by the massive cock of their master, and the virile white of his load was steadily flowing out. Soon, her own cunt would look just like it - after having barely recovered from her own enslavement earlier today. She needed that sensation of having been used by her master again.

Liadrin continued to stare upwards, while two tentacles rose and slithered into Vereesa's cunt and asshole. Being double penetrated for the first time, feeling her master's tentacles for the first time, the silver-haired elf screamed as another sudden orgasm pulsed through her. She struggled against the tentacles, as spasms overtook conscious control, but was held in place by the constricting grasp around her ankles, her waist, her wrists and her throat. They were almost as strong as her master's hands. A third tentacle found its way into her wide-open mouth and ended the scream. Vereesa's ecstasy only rose further, all her holes filled at the same time.

Xal'atath and K'ara went through similar scenes, although it was only their back entrances and mouths that were claimed by the slick tendrils. Even Liadrin felt a tentacle press against her sphincter, under the golden surface of the Sunwell. Her mouth was the only thing that was left unclaimed by anything, once Anduin himself got moving.

The sex slaves to his side felt his fingers part their pussy lips and his thumbs circle their clits. Although they couldn't hope to penetrate as deep as the tentacles, being the genuine flesh of their master elevated them above those magical constructs. The attention to detail his ruthless perfection possessed helped the matter tremendously.

To the envy of all, Liadrin got to feel her cunt getting split by their master's giant cock. Every centimetre of penetration made her writhe. Were it not for the fact that the tentacles were holding her in place, she may have accidentally escaped. "So... biiiiiiig!" she gasped, then shouted when the tentacle on her ass also started pressing into her.

She had never taken it up the ass before, only worn some buttplugs in the last months to get herself used to this. It was something that she had come to like and it was infinitely less than the fulfilment she felt when Anduin's magnificence stretched both of her holes. The only regret she had was that it wasn't his cock that properly penetrated her backdoor for the first time.

A regret buried under so much pleasure.

Anduin lost no time to thrust into her tight holes. The tentacle mimicked the motions of his cock, sliding in as deep into her asshole as his dick did into her pussy. All of the other tentacles, buried in the holes of his slaves and wives, also echoed the rhythm. "Scream for me," Anduin commanded Liadrin, dissatisfied with the silence the stuffing of all the other mouths enforced.

"Yessssh, mastaaah!" Liadrin forced the words into her ecstatic sound. "Ussssse me, breed meeee, fuck meeee, mark my wooomb againnnn and aaaaagainn."

"Good slave," Anduin grunted in satisfaction. "Double pleasure," he then said and grinned at the sudden gushes of pussy juices around his cock and fingers. All three of them were so extremely tight and their pussies sucked him in whenever he tried to move. Their minds and bodies were conquered, completely dominated.

One time after another, he made them cum and squirt. His will guided when they could breathe between having their faces fucked. His will guided how much they could move inside their bindings. His will dictated how hard and fast they got their greedy little holes fucked.

The pleasure was overwhelming, mentally and physically. The domination was fantastic, but feeling the vibrations of their vocal cords, the gripping folds of their pussies and the clenching of their assholes all at the same time was something no other man could have hoped to feel at the same time. It was a true testament to the High King's sexual prowess that he hadn't cum once yet, even under those conditions.

Instead, his attention never wavered from his purpose. Having fed the darkness inside him, he pulled the Light of the Sunwell into himself. The blazing glory of the waters around him turned into an enigmatic void of black and dark purple, the promise of infinite potential laying in its endlessly waving surface. It was only a ring around the High King and the Light was trying to push it out of the source of power before it could take hold - only Anduin was stopping that. The balancing of the Sunwell had begun.

The sheer amount of magic was too much, even for Anduin, to handle alone. His senses rose in a rush of power, that he knew was unsustainable. He needed to share this burden and he knew exactly how.

"Get ready, Liadrin, you will help me in this ritual - all of you obedient sluts will!" he roared, got only enthusiastic groans and screams in response. They were to be used, they knew it, revelled in it. They craved it, with all their passion.

With the entire might of his hips behind every thrust, he hammered into Liadrin. Final penetrations so intense their reverberations could be felt in the floor. Anduin gathered the energy inside him and slammed balls-deep into the Slave Knight.

The Light found an outlet in his seed. It was the Light in the first place, that gave him the never-ending stamina required to sexually enslave and keep satisfied all the powerful women on Azeroth (and beyond). Having such an excess of it in his body only made the load he pumped into Liadrin that much larger.

Liadrin felt the sheer magical force with which the gargantuan load pumped into her cunt. As seed flooded her, stretched out her bred womb, she pulled the power inside her. It was a raw rush. This amount of holy strength fixed any little ailment her body may still have, any sign of aging or impurity on her skin.

There was so much more power beyond that. It rose off her skin as a golden steam, made her eyes shine as bright as the Sunwell, and kept adjusting things about her body. That her womb had to take in so much seed that her stomach started to bulge was suddenly no longer an issue. Her hips widened, making her already fantastic ass a firm work of thick art. Her legs followed suit, her hourglass figure intensified, even her breasts grew a little bit, although she remained at a medium level, compared to the breast size of her fellow sex slave. None of them were tremendous changes, there wasn't too much to improve about Liadrin. The Light was simply acknowledging her devout submission to the task of being a breeding slave and made her body as attractive and optimal for the task as it could.